In Such Poor Health I Couldn’t Walk As a Stranger Virtually Carried Me to a Bathroom.

During my 19 years old, my regular journey to work was on an crowded coach. It was perpetually crowded and was consistently without any seats by the time I boarded.

During a certain commute, I was feeling quite nauseous while the vehicle rocked around each corner. I continuously reassured myself to persevere for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then sprint quickly to the closest public toilet to vomit.

As we neared the road leading to my stop and it dawned on me I wasn’t going to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. My vision turned hazy and muffled; similar to when one muted everything. My mind raced, “I am about to pass out”.

Luckily I was near the front on the bus, so I managed a couple of steps forward and asked the driver to open the doors, telling him I needed to vomit. He promptly opened the bus doors and I stumbled out on to the pavement.

My intention was to not get sick before six lanes of traffic, so I forced myself up and began attempting to make my way across to the park opposite the street, thinking I could I’d at least be able to discreetly hide behind a bush to be sick. Yet I must have lost consciousness. I was aware of my physical self, yet walking was impossible and my vision was blurry, so I started inching my way to the park.

“Everything alright, love?”

Right then, I was lifted up. I felt a strong arm supporting me and a stranger inquired, “Are you okay, dear?” I explained to this mysterious stranger that I had to to be sick. Therefore, he almost helped me walk into a nearby building and put me inside the women’s restroom. He wanted to know if I wanted him to stay with me but I declined.

Not long after, I felt better to the point of sitting down when from beyond the door I heard his voice asking, “Do you need anything, love? Is there anything you require?” I wasn’t able to rise at that moment but I did succeed to say thank you and following a brief period regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home and spent the following days getting over what was later diagnosed as a nasty tummy bug.

I never saw that man’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he had with him – yet he rescued me, during a time when I was in my weakest state.

Many times, life has a way of making you guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that melts away that hardening of the heart. He was proof that our default setting is to be kind, something I love about my fellow humans.